ok, just to be a dick, I'm gunna dogpile this. and I spent about 10 minutes doing this with paint, cause I ain't breaking out photoshop for dumbasses... I just don't care and will be going on about my life momentarily. and you haters can EATADIK, cause I wanted Puck to have something to talk about and us sky gods got standards to uphold. and no, I don't have some chick hangin round my house today to take the pics.
my 1911 in the holster, it's still pretty new and I put a book under it so you can see how it molds to the body with wear:
backside, just blacked out my name:
I'd just like to point out at this time that my shirt is cooler than GSX's, cause mine's a BN re-up consolation prize:
so here are the concealed, I'm not a soldier traveling out of uniform, I'm just wearing my TDY cap (Oakleys are of course on the brim), ugly shirt, bluejeans and sandals/running shoes uniform shots.
and I'm spent.
A Co & HHC 3/75 '93-'98.
RS 10-94.
200 meters of green shit next to a river in the desert does not qualify as a "Crescent of Fertility" -me
"The meek shall inherit the earth, one meter wide and two meters long" -Lazarus Long